Chapter 4

One Moment in Time

"Diggory, please put me down," she whispered into his collarbone. Polly felt him swallow and put her down on the big stone table.

She curled up and sighed. "I just want to stay here, forever."

Diggory sat down beside her, his legs hanging off the stone table, he swung them slightly.

"So do you love him?" he gazed at the imprints his shoes had left in the snow. Small leaves and green grass poked through the crispy new icing of fine snow.

"I love him," Polly sighed. "I love him like a brother. Not like you!" She smiled at him, but Diggory still stared fixedly at the ground.

Had she made him angry? Didn't he understand her duty?

With these doubts in her mind, she started babbling, and could hardly stop herself:

"Our fathers are great friends. They met on a Safari in the Serengeti, I was alone, could not find a man, and so my father made arrangements for Leonardo and me to meet.

I went to Venice last year, as a birthday present from my parents. There I met him, and, and we got along so splendidly. He was very nice to me and when I came back, I agreed to let my father make preparations for us to get married, we will move to Australia with Leo's family. They are part of a new colony, his father will be mare in a small town called Bottany Bay." Here her voice faltered, but Polly drew in her breath and continued.

"Diggory, I loved you for so long," he quickly found her eyes. "I gave up hope of ever being with you, but could not forget, never forget…" She hesitated and then went on.

"The truth is, I came here solely to see you and tell you that I will never see you again. Our ship sails next Tuesday, we will be gone perhaps I shall never see England until the day I die." Her eyes filled with tears once more, as she gazed at the setting sun.

Diggory sighed and murmured, "well, at least your wishes came true. You could tell me about this marriage, and you saw Narnia again." He was sad, seeing her so broken made his heart tear in two.

"I also wanted to tell you something," he said. "I loved you all this time, never stoped, never wanted to, and never will." The words where out before his brain registered what had happened.

Suddenly Diggory jumped up, turned to face her and put his face very close to hers. Their lips nearly touching, he whispered: "Polly, if you don't kiss me now, I will leave without looking back, I will let you go and you will be free."

"And what if I do?" Polly felt her throat go dry with excitement.

"Then I can not guarantee anything at all…"

Polly leaned forward and exhaled as their lips touched. Diggory immediately put his arms around her, his hands on her hips, and slowly lay her down on the table, their lips never parting.

Polly sighed, as she slipped her hands underneath his shirt and felt his heaving chest against her cold fingers. Diggory inhaled sharply, as her fingers touched his chest, but relished the feeling of warmth that seemed to spread through his being, centering in his most private parts, making him wild with need.

"Polly, stop this now, before it gets out of hand!" He groaned into her hair.

"What if I don't want to?" she grinned at his evident yearning. "Diggory, this is a dream, lets not wake up."

He unbuttoned her dress, with a certain measure of impatience, and when their bodies melted together, there where no words that could have described the agony and relief, the pain and excitement, the torture and lust, that rolled through them both as they moved in unisison, loving the very taste of the flesh and the bone.

Diggory emblazed her lips hungry to taste something fate had decided upon long before the dawn of time.